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Till Death Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2021-10-03 03:56:34 +0000 UTCI couldn’t be bothered to open my eyes. Not only were they much too heavy, but I just didn’t want this feeling to end. Opening my eyes seemed like a surefire way to wake up from this amazing dream-like world I had found myself in. My body was heavy in the most pleasant of ways. My muscles, some I hadn’t even known I had, were sore and I couldn’t help buy grin as I thought about why my muscles were so sore.
I snuggled further into the body that was lying in front of me, cocooning me in her arms. I tightened my grip around her body, relishing in the complete lack of clothes between us. We were covered only by a thick comforter that was keeping us warm. I snuggled further into her, not even bothering to hide the smile from my face.
We had been there for a few days already, Rosalie had gone all out to make this the perfect vacation. I was going into my last semester of school and Rosalie was going to start graduate school, so she wanted to do as much as she could before things started to change. I would have to get a real job soon and she would be under a bigger school load. This was the last winter vacation that we were both sure we would be able to take together.
She gave me the best Christmas present I could ever ask for.
She planned everything. She made sure we were well and truly alone. It was so romantic to be here, just the two of us. There were no phone calls, no texts and no school assignments that we were worried about getting done on time. We had nothing to do but be lazy; and something else that was much more fun.
Rosalie had done everything she could think to make our first time having sex be the best experience she could make it. After dinner she had lead me to the bedroom and from there, she took her time getting both of us undressed. She took her time exploring my body, and in turn, let me take just as much time to explore hers. There were definitely a lot of times where I thought my face would always be red, but just knowing that Rosalie was there with me, definitely enjoying how I looked, was enough to make sure I didn’t shy away from her.
At first, we took things slow. Her hands literally caressing every single part of my body she could reach. Even lying in bed with her asleep, I could still feel her phantom fingers tracing parts of my body I had never touched myself, I could still feel her nails scratch lines down my back that may actually still be visible even after sleeping. She even took several of her finger nails off, promising that the first chance she got she was going to get new, shorter, fingernails on.
I heard her moan from beneath me, clearly fighting waking up. Normally she was up before me, but after last night, after seemingly making it her life goal to make me pass out from pleasure as many times as she could, I couldn’t blame her for being tired. We were both sore and tired in the best of ways.
I felt Rosalie stretch beneath me and if it wasn’t for the fact that I really had to use the bathroom, I would have tried to get her to go another round with me. Well, not so much tried to convince as just showing her as I was more than sure she would be up for it.
I kissed her bare chest as I saw her eyes flutter open, “I’ll be right back.” I said with a small smile as I started to make my way out of the bed. Even after all we had done together and how she had literally seen parts of me I had never seen before, I still felt my face go red as I could feel her eyes watching every step I took towards the bathroom.
“Do you want company?” I heard her husk just as I reached the bathroom door. Every time I heard her voice that was still thick with sleep and sounded just slightly deeper than normal, huskier, it sent chills down my back, making me crave much more than I had ever wanted from another person. She made me want so much more than what Edward had ever made me crave.
“I just need to go to the bathroom and after that, I was going to make us something to eat.” I answered and then smirked at her from over my bare shoulder, “I find that I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.”
Her answering smirk let me know she was thinking exactly what I was: I had technically eaten plenty last night. Unfortunately for me though, eating Rosalie wasn’t exactly the best thing when it came to nutrition; but it sure as hell was the best tasting thing I had ever eaten in a long time.
When I went into the bathroom and made sure to the lock the door; Rosalie wasn’t shy about jumping in the shower with me or initiating things when I thought we were both taking a brief break. We were going back today, I didn’t want to risk being late and then have to hear Rosalie blame me because ‘A Hale is never late’.
Not too much later I was leaving the bathroom to find Rosalie had packed nearly all of our clothes and had left some out for me. I could hear her moving around in the kitchen, likely getting started on cooking. Between Rosalie and I, I tended to be the better cook, but it wasn’t like she was a bad cook, I just tended to be able to make more things since I really enjoyed cooking. I had almost went to school to be a chef, Edward had thought it was a good idea since I was always in the kitchen cooking for Charlie and I. It was Rosalie that pointed out that I was only in the kitchen so much because Charlie couldn’t cook to save his life and I could. She helped me realize that I could take what I enjoyed doing, reading, and turn it into a career.
I walked into the kitchen to find that Rosalie was still in the middle of cooking a simple breakfast, the rest of the food we had brought with us, just eggs and sausage. It was simple enough that she didn’t need any help. So I just leaned against the counter and watched her cook; just ignoring the fact that my eyes were glued to her lower half and how well her jeans were practically painted on her. There were many parts of Rosalie that I enjoyed, but her ass was definitely a favorite of mine.
“Are you going to help, or just keep staring?” Rosalie asked, not bothering to turn around from the stove as she continued with her task.
“I think I’m just going to stare.” I honestly answered before thinking about it. I normally wouldn’t have said that out loud, but Rosalie makes me feel brave. She makes me feel like I could say anything and not be ashamed about it. Unlike Edward who would sometimes give me a look as if I was stupid for saying something, regardless of what it was. If it was different than what he thought, he wouldn’t like it and so I stopped saying much. It hadn’t been long since I had dumped him, but it was so freeing to not have to think about everything I was about to say to make sure Edward wouldn’t think bad about it. It was nice.
She turned off the stove and moved towards the table, “I don’t mind you staring at all.” She said, then gave me a quick kiss as she passed me, “It feels like a compliment to me. It also means I get to stare back.”
I rolled my eyes at her as I grabbed a couple plates for her, realizing that she hadn’t already done so. “It’s never stopped you before.” I complained.
“Yes, but it just means I don’t have to try and be subtle.” She said as she dished us up food.
Breakfast was quick and simple. We talked about simple things, mostly what we were expecting for next semester. Then all too soon, we were done and cleaning the kitchen. No sooner was it cleaned and all the dishes put away, thank you Airbnb for providing houses fully stocked with stuff, we were finishing up packing.
“I have a question for you Bella.” Rosalie said as she leaned against the car, the door to the house already locked I had just put the last of our stuff in the backseat and Rosalie had put the last of the luggage in the trunk.
“What’s up?” I asked, not thinking anything of it and just opted to get in the passenger seat, knowing Rosalie would want to drive, which I really didn’t mind. I was more of a passenger anyways, getting too anxious when I wasn’t sure which way to go.
A hand on my shoulder stopped me from crawling in. I turned my focus back to Rosalie, somewhat shocked at how serious she looked. Yet at the same time, beneath her normal air of confidence that she had apparently been born with, I could see she was nervous. Something was making Rosalie Hale nervous and I had never thought I would live to see the day that would happen. I wanted to tease her about it, to point out that Rosalie Hale was not as unflappable as she thought. But something in her eyes, a look she had, made me stop. She looked very serious.
“Are you okay Rosalie?” I asked, not sure what would be wrong. “I know tomorrow is Christmas, but I’m sure if you really wanted to stay an extra day away from the chaos that is your family, you can totally say I wanted to stay an extra day. I don’t mind.” I offered, thinking that Rosalie just didn’t want to go back to the real world so soon. It wouldn’t be the first time she had opted for a longer vacation that originally planned and then blamed me for wanting to stay longer.
“I’m fine.” Rosalie immediately said, taking her hand from my shoulder and using both of her hands to hold mine. “Actually, for the first time I can ever recall, I don’t want to extend the trip.” She answered and I couldn’t help but give her a skeptical look, causing her to chuckle. “I know, absurd.”
“Then what’s up Rose?” I asked, moving my thumbs around in small patterns to try and provide some sort of comfort to her for whatever it was that she was clearly struggling with.
Was it harsh of me to think that I wished she would get over whatever it was she was nervous about because while we both had sweaters on, it was still December and Washington? I was freezing. I’m sure she was too.
She gripped my hands tighter, pulling me closer to her, just close enough to not be touching. “I’ve thinking about this for a while. Honestly, since before the Vegas trip.” She started, talking softly as if she was afraid someone would overhear us. “But after everything, you staying with me, giving me a chance, then breaking up with Edward, tell Charlie and even Jacob about us and then finally this trip. It made me realize something.” She said as let go of my hands to wrap her arms around my waist, pulling us flush against each other. “I want a redo.” She said in an even quieter voice.
“A redo on what?” I asked as I leaned my forehead against hers. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was saying, but I really just wanted to hear her say it. It took every single ounce of willpower I had to not smile at what was happening. It felt almost like a dream.
She pulled me as hard as she could against her, almost like she was holding on for dear life. I wrapped my arms around her neck, tangling my fingers in her long hair. “Bella Swan, would you, properly this time, marry me? Marry me in front of all our family and friends and start our life off right with no dark shadows of boyfriends or regrets?”
I felt tears prickle my eyes and though it was cheesy and definitely not needed, it was perfect.
“I would love to Rosalie Hale.”
